The Past Forgotten (invite)

Thread PL: 230,000 | Items: Battle Armor

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Not many things were capable of striking fear into Amara's hardened heart. Yet as the sliver of energy reached her senses, filled with overwhelmingly familiar demonic energy, a moment's time of hesitation struck her. Though its energy was low now, there was no mistaking the familiar aura about it. Even now, her power would've barely matched his base - and his form would've eclipsed even that. Sensoa, the Demon Lord. Her fists tightened, a blackened aura of evil surrounding the Saiyan as she took to the skies, soaring towards her target in the deep south. There were several negligible sources of power near him. Civilians of some sort, she had to guess. Even if this was the Tenka'ichi during offseason, there was still bound to be basic martial artists honing their craft. At one point they'd have been distinguishable from regular humans but at this point? The difference hardly mattered.

They'd be annoying to avoid, but avoid them she shall given that any sort of mass destruction or murder instantly conjured heroic interlopers from the aether itself. With a blast of Ki the Saiyan landed, a small crater carved into the ground beneath her landing. A smoldering fury burned bright in her eyes, though the woman kept her outward temper in check as she stalked towards her proverbial prey. No doubt Boryoku would've noticed her even before arrival as Amara made no attempts to hide herself at all. "I don't know what cesspit you crawled out of or how you escaped death with an entirely new body..." An orb of brilliant white energy formed in her palm, poised to strike. "But I'm still itching for a rematch based on how you blueballed us last time, Sensoa." What would his reaction be? Derission? Go straight into attack? Only time would tell.

Now, she could theoretically just go Super Saiyan and end this faster than this Demon could respond... but where's the fun in that? Even in this enraged state, they almost matched evenly with Amara in her base form. It spoke weirdly, claiming in some way that it was not Sensoa. "He hated everything, genius," She said mockingly. "And you're probably the same in that regard right? You demons are all alike." No matter if he was telling the truth or not, this guy seemed to at least recognize to a degree what she was talking about. "So what are you then if not an echo of him? All fury, parts of his memories it seems. Yet to your credit you're standing your ground instead of attacking!" Perhaps this Boryoku had some semblance of self control. Not that it matted to her, he'd fall all the same. With a sneer she lobbed her held orb at him, the Demon quickly finding out that it would explode on contact with either his body or the ground into a much larger burst of power.

In the aftermath Amara would quickly phase in and out with a zanzoken, aiming to appear behind the Demon and deliver a sharp overhead kick to send him spiraling into the air. If this surprise attack worked, she'd continue with barrage of low-power punches, not yet committing to anything truly damaging. "So what's your plan then, Sensoa Jr.? Go and brood in a corner? Blow up 'weaklings' to establish an era of strength?" They may have both been evil at the time, but Sensoa's ideals harshly clashed with hers. Whereas the Demon wished to create a galaxy of powerful fighters, the Saiyan sought only to bring chaos and destruction in a protest to the gods themselves. Surely they wouldn't let bullies roam their sandbox for terribly long without making some changes to it, right? Ha! Yet so far Amara had persevered where others have fallen. This imitation of Sensoa was not powerful enough to stop her either, and at the moment she was merely toying with him.

"So that's all there is to it?" Amara asked semi-sarcastically. "Born from used bathwater in a cesspit of Demonic energy and you can't even find it in yourself to have a purpose on 'birth'? I may have hated Sensoa but he at least had drive. What do you have? Nothing. Another idle soul amid the sea of such fellow creatures on Earth." A small white glow surrounded the Saiyan's hand as she outright slapped the projectile Boryoku had sent her way with only a modicum of effort. Grunting, the veteran took his follow-up barrage in stride by shielding her arms in more Ki, intercepting his punches. Rage-induced pure power could only get you so far against an enemy of equal power but greater skill. Interrupting his offensive with a sharp downward kick to his leg, Amara would then attempt to follow-up with a heavy punch to the Demon's gut. In the case that it connected, she drag him down into the Earth below - causing a crater form from the mere impact alone. 

"Best figure out your plans soon, Demon. You might be of young age yet you've already come into the world bearing the weight of your predecessor, whether you like it or not. People will judge you and attack you for the sins of your proverbial father, much like with my intent... until now." A glimmer of power rose in Amara's palm as an energy blade started to form. Slashing down at her quarry, the Saiyan's goal was to 'impale' him on the midst of her faux sword. The energy would not go through him per-se but rather attempt to enclose the warrior on both sides and squeeze down like a vice, Amara then flicking it up into the air with a raw display of power to send Boryoku flying. "Life, in of itself, is meaningless. So why continue on? Why persevere and fight for your beliefs when they will with certainty fade away into the annals of history and time? The act is meaningless - we give it meaning. I choose to rebel against this universe and its damn hypocritical and broken laws. And you?" 

A flash of gold enveloped Amara for just a second, Power Level spiking to over three-million before she released her grip on the form immediately after. "Right now you're weaker than he ever was, but I can help with that." A small grin crept across her face, partially formed from amusement. "You want to find your own way? Then a path is laid bare before you! A path different from what Sensoa would ever want or do. A path of becoming allies not from friendship but fervor." It was clear that this being had no motive to move on his own. He was a lost child in a cruel world, and despite all his bluster it was clear that he hadn't the foggiest idea of where to begin along his 'own path'. 
 

"You're a byproduct with great potential," The Saiyan replied bluntly, giving him a straightforward glare. "I won't beat around the bush or try to convince you in an underhanded manner. You say you aren't Sensoa so I offer you a potential path to take. Strength in those willing to go against the status quo is all to rare these days." No attack was prepared or sent Boryoku's way throughout her words, Amara eyeing the way he stood passively to engage in conversation. It didn't mean she wasn't ready for a surprise attack if one came, but the Saiyan was fairly confident that their short battle had shifted from physical blows to words. "Did you not hear the news?" She asked rhetorically, side-eyeing the Demon. "Stargoons: Scourge of Justice, Destroyes of Namek, and Terrifying Terrifiers! ...Well all the names aren't always smash hits. Sensoa died because he insulted the way we ran things. And yet look at us, succeeding in planetary destruction! Since then I admit things have been quite - but a plan is in the works."

Ah then there was the issue of 'trust'. "Trust? To an outsider we may seem to be the most unruly and untrustworthy scum imaginable, but we take care of our own. Accept my offer and you'll be extended the same amnesty." And if any of them disagreed, Amara was well equipped to deal with Boryoku or violent dissent. She didn't want infighting at all, but power was something they lacked to make any big moves. If this being was truly like Sensoa, then his potential was great. "I don't really consider myself and idealist either, to be frank. I have flowery words but at the end of the day my ambitions boil down to 'destroying the status quo' because I think it sucks. If you truly want the freedom to live as you please, then you cannot accomplish it with your pitiful power. That is part of it, right? Realizing your potential helps not only me but you as well." The path to his heart would be trekked by words free of lies or deceit. Amara wished to be as blunt as possible. Trying to trick Boryoku in any way would only come back to bite later.

"I would expect no less," Amara responded in turn "You aren't a leashed dog, Boryoku. No matter your feelings on the matter on a prideful level, this relationship is aimed towards being mutually beneficial. It would hardly do well to build resentment in a potential ally." She landed, eyeing the grounded Demon. "So stand. Stand because you aren't being subjugated, you are being lifted from subjugation. It is in that you can fully realize your potential, much unlike Sensoa who only wished to carry out his fool's errand alone." It was unlikely that he'd ever officially join the ranks of the Stargoons as a fully-fledged member, but he didn't need to in order for his mere presence to hold weight. There was much to the Demon that just needed refinement, and Amara would be more than willing to provide that if it meant his aid. For too long after Namek the Stargoons had been on the backfoot. Heroes cropping up left and right, reaching absurd heights of power! What's more, Amara found herself stalling. 

Unlike the machine built by Carro, or even the human Yogu, the Saiyan had no new forms. Super Saiyan had been mastered for a long time, and it was falling out of favor very quickly. They needed something new in their fight against all things good, yet seemingly no Saiyan anywhere had figured it out. Was this it? The extent of their power? Was she destined to be sentenced to the sidelines, watching as the goodie-goods grew out of reach indefinitely? Sensoa had already breached the power of Super Saiyan long ago, so perhaps training with Boryoku would give her insight on how best to solve this dilemma. "...So from here, we either continue this little match we had going or call it quits and regroup at Stargoons HQ."